Smell

there's a smell in my house and it's crazing me slowly
I'm growing a tail as we speak
I circle around it, my nostrils full flare
it won't let me forget me -
this bitch is in heat.

a little bottle she sold me, she smiled at me, knowing
it reads 'french musk', sits harmlessly on the piano
two sticks dipped inside it, they tease me, inviting
breasts heaving, groin grinding-
the music's so sweet.

I said 'hey, I'll be one of those fine-fingered ladies
who keep scents for room ambiance in a ribbon-wrapped glass'
and unwittingly brought home this storm in a bottle
hot breathing, hair sweating-
my lust is replete.

I sniff at the bottle, carefully, meekly-
I want her naked armpits wrapped around my neck her thighs around my stomach corner of her jaw in my mouth as we suck on skin together breathing hotly fingers kneading tongues competing-the one in the park the one in the supermarket the pregnant neighbor who sways on her tree the one on tv the one with the sexy voice on the radio the one on the bus the one just before me the mother of three who is never unfazed-
that smell is so cleanwoman and I slink off like a slug
leave behind me a glistening trail of desire
lungs sighing, head swimming
I confess my defeat.